Minneapolis Vampire: Part 2

Dear Sir Green,

I think someone has been breaking into my room. Recently I have been finding strange white hairs, dead animals, and other occult objects far from the ordinary. One time, I even swore I could hear someone leaving through my window just before I returned.

I worry about what you said in your last letter regarding my safety. What if I really am liable to be harmed? Would you come to my aid in such a situation? I ask because it seems like nobody cares for me like you do.

I pray that whatever maniac exists will not touch me. Anything could happen now.

Your friend, Bernard Canning

My dear sister,

Here is some money to go towards your tuition. A whole year's worth.

I need to go. I don't know where. I don't know when I will be back. Maybe I will resign and spend some time in Europe. I fear something horrible will happen to me if I stay here. My heart trembles at the thought.

Yours, Bernard

…It was largely an accident. His blood was disgustingly inedible.

Note:

• Candles
• Hammer
• Butcher's Knife
• Household Bleach

Some thought I was with the communists, or that I was making a statement. I can safely say I have no belief system. I am what I am.

August 30th, 1920 The Minneapolis Tribune

“MINNEAPOLIS VAMPIRE” Finally Caught?

The killer who has been terrorising the Minneapolis community since earlier this year has finally been found and brought to justice. Police have still yet to relinquish his identity, but passers-by relay his sickly pale countenance, “unfeeling” black eyes, and extremely malnourished physique.

The court of public opinion is mixed on the arrest. Some think that the death sentence is too harsh for his crimes. Some, in fact, vehemently call for his release. Why is this, you may ask?

Just this week, a novel has been published - entitled The Journal of a Real-life Vampire - which has gained much buzz. Many bookshops carry it, and have made quite the pretty penny profiting from this little story. It has even engendered fandom and merchandise surrounding the killer, who does not care for the notoriety. To some, he is a ruthless killer, to others: a martyr fighting against a government which does not care for its people. It is certainly an interesting tale, bringing in an influx of domestic tourists visiting the city to catch a glimpse of the grim story's setting.

The book, written by Carol F. Davies, compiles letters and journal entries written around the time of the murders, containing all the twisted fantasies and sordid thoughts of a genuine psychopath.

Now, what compels the strange behaviour of the general public? Perhaps it is the power of the horror story to chill the senses. Perhaps, mass hysteria. We may never know.

I write this memo from my bleak jail cell, but I am not guilty. I suffer for no wrong. Now I am starving and full of all kinds of unnatural urges. Do not blame me, blame the God which you pray to for creating my perverted sensibility. Blame the police, my captors, who would have no job without criminality. You are all hypocrites! But you do not have to worry about me; I will get rid of myself. You know what I have just done? I took one look down at my arm, and bit out a big chunk.

Published in 'The Journal of a Real-life Vampire'.